The dimming of the light,
Hidden things no longer
To me a source of fright,
Dim light made me stronger.

Receding in shadows,
Where the scene used to be
Of personal gallows,
In place once to hang me.

This darkness I welcome,
Adjusted to my eyes
While other who would come,
Too blind to realize.

In the blackness I’ve been,
I love comfortably
Lit by my fire within,
But no one can touch me.